Lyrics:
your shit won't sell no more
Breeze over
Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
Cookin snow white, it's just
Even when the sun goes down
We'll find our way with the stars
When everything else grows cold
We'll keep burning brighter than white gold
We glow we
you sit down and-
Roll your eyes let the flatlines happen
I produce aint nobody gonna wreck it
We all been mesmerized by the justice in a white man's
I got a passion, so imma share it, Yeah
I got a passion, so imma share it, Yeah Yeah
Woah
Ay snake you made this shit? Damn
I got a passion, so imma
The Rich Get Richer
Sick get Sicker
Stingy 1 percenters won't share the pie with us
The Rich Get Richer
Sick get Sicker
Stingy 1 percenters won't
have on
White collar, blue collar, it's vile linen (sad)
When I went to Mexico they called me John Lennon
Even though he's been d-d-dead for a minute
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
or evergreen touch hair
You're black, white, beige, cholo
Descent, you're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities, left
You outcast, bullied,
got his first
white pussy
But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
can stick a chick
on the mattress, then be out -- UHH
Check, bust your Tec if you'd like to get
'Deeper than deep' like Barry White did
with this thing
thousands and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, like Barry White I practice what I
Than it is to repair
Broken men
The mountains so high we wonder where to begin
The White man's happiness cannot be won
By the Black man's misery cause
suit.
(insulting me)
(insulting me)
Put your hands up or I'll shoot! I don't have hands...
Across the galaxy I flew,
Heard a peaceful message sent by
by those standards and those John Hughes endings.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
He's nailed to the white picket with his heart
altered and tempted by new love only rented
Do you believe you'll marry me?
You might be the one to marry me
Back, looking back, looking back at me
share|Man I've been everywhere|Where ya been he says?||Oh let me see now, a couple of places||I've been to Reno, Chicago, Fargo Minnesota|Buffalo, Toronto,
to deal with all this pressure
How to deal with my addictions
I'll be home in a minute
Or not
Got white dust all in my snot
Just waiting for my cuts to clot
men who´s trying to catch her
they have to turn back half way up
cause the air around is so thin
cause she use such a small share
When the eagles
The White Shores
My little broken heart
You’ve got to understand your feelings
Need to be prepared
To live by this way
In suffering again
You have
setkę za rap każdy kto śpi po klatkach
Stąd jest rap Biggie wniósł to wyżej
Ale wciąż Barry White to jest puść to w wyrze
Rap jest z ulic i puść to tam
the bowl but honestly
I'd rather do shoes with the high and dro
Watch the Barry White pro
Sipping ice cold, nice with milkshake flows
The brain freeze MCs
kao konopa
Bae lo obethisa dance
I'm a king every night
And I might go die on my throne
Barry White, Be light with the Baritone
My corners deeper unlike
ready so I bathroom floored it
Peeked on to the stalls, they all was empty
Bent her by the toilets (toilets)
Her friend got an app idea, bitch think
water on my neck so I pray with all my ice (Yup)
I made up for the nights I couldn't pay mama lights
It was shade like Barry White or either take us
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